Tag Archives: Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt

The Pole That Threads

Kerrid watched the sky, a sullen stare at the encircling Star Serpent, a fervent prayer to the Spinner for some sign, any sign, some guidance. That sign came the third night. She thought she’d entranced to the Web, yet there … Continue reading

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Marguerite

Marguerite wasn’t used to this Crammed together with her sisters In the nursery Now she’d been bought She had the spotlight 21 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Spotlight

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My All-But Empty Fridge

A chunk of cheese, a couple of eggs and a slice of cold beef, but that wouldn’t stretch to feed my friend who unexpectedly arrived. A trip to the shop to buy two smoked haddock fillets, new potatoes, and asparagus. … Continue reading

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A Killing Scene

He was coming at her with great long strides. And she bemused, not understanding, stood stick still, her luminous exudation twitching and tiny-gust-swirling when she should’ve been in his head. 30 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Luminous Taken … Continue reading

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Cyril

Cyril is the most annoying creature in the whole wide world. Bad enough that he sneaks into my garden. Bad enough that he digs up my lawn. Bad enough that he’s making that lawn into a pitch and putt course. … Continue reading

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What a Coincidence

What a coincidence that Sammi should set us this word for the prompt this week. Why, only last week my brother said to me, “Crisp, you’re good with long words, aren’t you?” “If you say,” I said. “I don’t think … Continue reading

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Yellow Sausage, You’ll Do

As a young child I had difficulty articulating words… until I started school and had speech therapy. It was hard work and annoying for a child of five who would rather be outside playing with friends. Three words/phrases I remember … Continue reading

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My Dad’s Word Plays

My father loved to play with words – a trait which I’ve inherited. Two of his word plays I remember most clearly. He would say, The tortoise taught us what to do. But he’d say it with his mouth pulled … Continue reading

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Of Eskin and Trade

How could they not know Eskin when they purported to be traders? Eskin was the speech of the peoples to the south. True, the Alsime-speaking Himen shared a fringing of land across the sea, but the Himen didn’t trade on … Continue reading

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Can of Worms

I found this wand. I didn’t know that’s what it was but my kiddish brain thought it the right word. The markings on it I have since discovered are runes (Nyd Is Hægl. Rad. Wynn Rad Eoh Tir Os Nyd). … Continue reading

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